Together Again

One thing we had to investigate before we actually boarded the plane pictured above was that we had noticed the seating allocated to us for that flight. Again this was the fine work of Turkish Airlines Dublin staff. Our allocation was 40A and 41A. My spidey sense felt this was not quite right and we sallied forth into the bowels of Istanbul’s new airport in search of answers. We were directed to desk 44 of the Turkish Airlines bank of checking desks. A supervisor if you will. He confirmed our “worst” fears that these were seats adjacent but in consecutive rows. He was able to allocate us seats together and thus avoided Mrs Verno being bereft of me for the duration. She tried her best to look pleased, bless her.

So we had a pleasant enough flight it must be said. Mrs Verno’s headphones appeared to be stuck on her head but all things considered the marriage looks set last another five weeks at least. As we approached Singapore the conversation inexorably veered to discussions on “what if the luggage is not there?” And what if the luggage isn’t there?” And so on, you get the gist. But there they were. Arriving in short order on the baggage retrieval system of what is a very impressive airport. Our lift was were he was supposed to be and before we knew it we were speeding towards our hotel. It was 9am local time and it was without doubt time for a shower and a change of kecks. At least that was the consensus from Mrs Verno. Who was I to argue. Facilities were great and once sanitised, and deemed to pass muster Mrs Verno and we sallied forth with gusto through the frosted glass of the Clan Hotel’s front door Into the world beyond.

Well, I think Mrs Verno and I did very well. But those of you who have kept reading will no doubt wish to hear that there must have been some blot on the landscape. And who am I to disappoint you. We had just blagged our way into a room two hours ahead of time and were feeling quite chipper about our management of the situation. Confident enough for Mrs Verno to start ironing the wrinkles out of some the clothes that had been held hostage for nearly two days. It must be said that the staff of the Clan Hotel’s were very appreciative of the fact the Mrs Verno discovered the only faulty iron in the building and the fact that it blew all the electrics within 100 feet was neither here nor there. My trudge to reception was not a happy one but all well that irons well. The guy with the step ladders could not have been nicer. Another day ends.